There were no female disciples in the Zhenwu Temple, and Hen Hongchen didn't want to live in the "Shenque".
Although she is a woman of the world, she has always guarded the importance of etiquette.
Just as she was preparing to leave the Xu family with her injuries, she happened to meet Li Xuexi and had to turn back to the "Shenque".
Li Xueci is an elder of the Salt Gang and one of Zhang Suiguang's confidants. Now that he has arrived at Xu's house, even if Zhang Suiguang has not come, he will definitely arrive soon.
Hen Hongchen's injuries were on his shoulder blade and calf. The wounds were not too deep. After applying Zhenwu Guan's "Shengji Powder", the scabs formed in just one day. It is indeed the holy medicine for trauma.
Since leaving Jinzhou, she has not lived with regret for a day. The knife stabbed out that night was destined to leave a scar in her heart.
"She is my sister..."
"She is my only relative in this world..."
"I... I actually killed her with my own hands! Killed so many people in her husband's family..."
Every time she thought of this, her heart felt as if it had been cut by thousands of knives, and the pain was unspeakable. She has been raised as a handler since she was a child. She has no feelings for anyone except the bodhicitta for teaching her martial arts and teaching her literacy.
Without feelings, the heart will not hurt, and you will never regret anything you do.
However, when she stabbed Haitang in the back with a knife, she felt real pain and regretted it.
The bright moonlight reflected Haitang's face, a face that Hongchen had seen many times in the mirror.
She still remembered the disbelief and... indescribable joy in Haitang's eyes when she turned around and saw her, "You... you are my sister?"
"Sister...Sister, is that you?" She clearly remembered the way Haitang struggled to say these words with blood pouring from her mouth.
Are there any other mistakes? The twins' hearts were connected, and the closeness deep in the blood was so real at that moment.
That kind of pain is a hundred or a thousand times more intense than the pain caused by the ghost's hand hooking his flesh and blood.
"Why did I stab him like this?" Hen Hongchen regretted it to death.
Every time she recalled that scene, she wanted to chop off her hand! Cut off the hands that killed my fellow sister!
"Sister, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for you! Even if you tell me something, I will do it for you even if I try my best not to do it!"
Hate Hongchen hurriedly raised his head, not daring to let tears flow out.
"You are indeed hiding here!" Zhang Suiguang's hearty laughter suddenly rang out in the small courtyard. It was like the greetings of friends who had not seen each other for many years.
There was no hint of hostility on his face, and there was a trace of something like a smile but not a smile.
"Buzz~~~" Hen Hongchen pulled out her folding knife without saying a word.
She had grown up in the Nine Halls, so she naturally knew that his smiling face was the most terrifying mask in the world, covering a cold and murderous heart.
It moves like a shooting star and disappears without a trace!
After a "Hu~~~" sound, Zhang Suiguang had already attacked in front of Hen Hongchen, his hands turned into claws, and he quickly struck out.
Hate Hongchen dodged left and right, being forced to the point where he could hardly make any move.
But by teaching her to abandon her defense and attack with just one move, Zhang Suiguang might take the opportunity to crush her throat before her dagger could hurt him.
His claws moved up and down, in and out, attacking Hen Hongchen's waist and throat, chasing her two vital points like two ghost hands.
"boom!"
As Hen Hongchen retreated, before her feet could settle, Zhang Suiguang kicked her, hitting her in the lower abdomen, and kicked her more than ten feet away, slamming her whole body onto the stool and table.
"Master!" On the other side of the small courtyard, a little Taoist priest heard the noise and called out anxiously.
Opposite him was an old Taoist with silver hair. He was sitting on the bed meditating with his eyes closed. He suddenly opened his eyes after hearing the noise, quickly stood up, picked up the sword on the table and rushed out.
Zhang Suiguang used 70 to 80% of his internal strength in this kick, and it was obvious that he was extremely murderous.
After Hen Hongchen fell to the ground, he hurriedly stood up, but found that his hands were trembling and he could hardly support his body. Seeing him coming with a smile on his face, he could only stare at him coldly, holding the hidden weapon with his left hand and holding it tightly with his right hand. The handle of the knife.
The sound of footsteps outside the door had already been heard, and Zhang Suiguang could tell that the person was a top expert. Not wanting to wait too long, he leaned forward and rushed over like an eagle.
At this time, Hate Hongchen was like a bird with broken wings, standing on the spot, with blood dripping from its mouth...
"Last chance!"
She suddenly used force and threw the Yuanyangling in her left hand.
The eight mandarin ducks and diamonds were in the shape of a "pin" and flew towards Zhang Suiguang. When he turned over and stretched out his claws to grab them, Hen Hongchen threw the folding knife in his hand away without hesitation.
Zhang Suiguang didn't expect that she would give up the only weapon in her hand so decisively, so she had to temporarily change her attack in mid-air, changing her claw attack to a leg attack.
Hen Hongchen tried his best to stand up and took a few steps back. Before he could move to resist, his legs reached him.
At the moment of life and death, she hurriedly turned sideways and received the kick with her arms.
"Ah!" She couldn't help but let out a soft cry from the severe pain of broken bones and torn flesh and blood.
At this moment, the silver-haired old Taoist rushed to the door, used the sheath as a weapon, and threw it at Zhang Suiguang. Then, he held the sword across his body and killed him without any explanation.
"What a powerful old Taoist!" Zhang Suiguang naturally saw the mystery of Zhan Qian's sword moves and did not dare to overdo it, so he had to put aside his hatred of Hongchen and concentrate on dealing with it.
Zhan Qian is the third-ranked master among the old Taoist priests of the Zhenwu Guanzhan generation. Although he is old, he has not looked old. He has used more than ten moves of Zhenwu swordsmanship in a few breaths, and the sword tips are infused with Xuance Kung Fu. Inner Qi. Zhang Suiguang didn't have a weapon in his hand, so he didn't dare to fight head-on. He was a little embarrassed for a moment, and after about forty moves, he had no choice but to retreat to the door.
"This unknown old Taoist priest is actually so powerful. He is even better than Bodhicitta. Zhenwu Guan is indeed a place where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden. No wonder my father-in-law said that in this martial arts alliance, if Zhenwu Guan goes all out to fight, no other sect will win. Opportunity, now it seems that I was blindly confident before." Zhang Suiguang retreated to the door and stared at Zhan Qian with many thoughts flashing through his mind.
Seeing him standing at the door without making any move, Zhan Qian also didn't take the initiative to attack him. The two of them had exchanged palms just now, and they already knew the details: in terms of martial arts, Zhang Suiguang was naturally the winner. However, it would not be easy for him to kill Hen Hongchen in front of Zhan Qian, and he would have to pay a price.
The martial arts school was coming up in four days, and he didn't want to get hurt at this juncture. And at this moment, more than twenty Taoist priests came one after another, all holding swords and blocking the courtyard gate.
Zhang Suiguang smiled at Hen Hongchen and Zhan Gan, waved his sleeves and walked out of the courtyard.
He stirred up his inner energy and had an aura as he walked. No one in the courtyard, old or young Taoist priests, could stop him without knowing the details.
